mardi 8 novembre 2011

A poem about - METH

Few years ago, i was working as one of the peer-counselors on Campus dealing with students struggling with drugs and substance abuse. I learned a thing or two when it comes to people relationships with street-drugs. It is nasty!

Anyway, i read this poem about one of those narcotic drugs and it reminded me old memories. More so, i loved the poetic style and prose in which the author speaks about it.

Enjoy!

E.G
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Title: A poem about meth

My Name: "Is Meth"

I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the
start.

I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold.

The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember I'm easily found;

I live all around you in schools and in town.

I live with the rich; I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe
next door.

I'm made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink,